Mo Jue's murmuring sounded helpless and aggrieved.
Having suffered the hardships of the world, who wouldn't yearn for a home?
Li Qiao, unusually, had red eyes, gently comforting her slender shoulders as she embraced her, "It's me who arrived late."
If not for a wrongful arrest operation, she would have never met Mo Jue.
This encounter must have been fated.
Although Li Qiao was cold by nature, she was full of passion.
From this moment on, Mo Jue was completely taken under her wing.
…
After lunch, Li Qiao decided to take Mo Jue back to the old house for a visit.
Shang Yu sat elegantly by the side, holding a cigarette in hand, taking lazy sips occasionally, his expression rather haughty.
Taking advantage of the moment Mo Jue went to wash her face, Li Qiao looked at him sideways, "Is Father Shang at the old house?"
The man faintly lifted his eyelids and casually flicked ash off his cigarette, "Planning to take her back there?"
